Dear me! I must be turning into a god.
Dear me, I believe I am becoming a god. An emperor ought at least to die on his feet.
Quell rebellion before it spreads.
Riches are well, if gotten well and spent well.
Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god.
It becomes an emperor to die standing.
It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e., "in harness").
[Lat., Decet imperatorem statem mori.]
The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.